I miss, though she was never mine I wish, only to realize that theres nothing here. I wake, only to go back to sleep. I dream, just to make sense of nonsensical things. I keep waiting for something, a thousand different me's collaborate inside my head. conversations alone reveal the same twisted stories about nothing, with the same sullen outcome. I lost something yesterday, that I'd go back and find. Ozzymandious knows all to well that time is as vicious as hell. I've fought this demon before, only to have it come back for more. I dream, always of a place I can't find. I wait for the pain to subside, so I can tear the scar from inside. did you cut out your heart, or is that mine I lost it, I lose it everyday. the same painful pleasures, and passions, and premises. I lost. I'm lost. why'd it have to be my fault. God, are you here to save me yet?